Luyện nghe bài hát Victory (flow)

(*talking*)
That's it is, "The Sound of Revenge"
Summer 2005 nigga,

Gimmick rappers, lie forever
But as long as I'm here, rappers gon die together
Told mama I love drama, no one tried to tell her
She shoulda left the club, of trying to find a fella
The villain's born, storms that's my kind of weather
Sending gimmick niggaz to the mall, to go buy
Like Eminem was telling them, that they die it yella
Some of my fans they look like Cham, but say I am
Picture the of that, since no one spit a harder rap
I told 'em that I'm lil' brother, the God of rap
Don't play me you a atheist, face it it's more fact
rappers have heart attacks, when you tell 'em that God is back
The problem is more than that, like Iraq the gats in em
You me you gon be done, like a snack when the rats get em
the baptism, the black in the black hit em
No need for that gat, cause fact is the raps em
Live your like a mockery, niggaz will see the prophecy
Stare at a flight of stairs, 'fore you ever you on top of me
how could you possibly, think that you could be stopping me
Destiny couldn't stop me, I move and that hoe be me
Fans are no longer to see, Jay-Z throw up the dynasty
Not big as that nigga Jigga, but tell 'em it's time for me
Rap game is dying to me, I'm the rapper they to see
I could bring it back, not only but violently
and gentlemen, introducing from Houston
The truth and I'm in the booth, and truth is a big illusion
What you choosing if you're choosing, to jump into the
You losing and end up choosing, and cruise it a bruising nigga

(*talking*)
I'm peeping out here in these streets, and I see old
Record labels trying to advance, trying to old material
On a nigga, so of Controversy Sells we gon switch it up
2005, "The Sound of Revenge"

Then said on the radio, I ain't beefing with rappers no mo'
But tell 'em to go it, cause rappers be acting homo
Came in and screaming duo, I'm leaving and solo
Disrespecting the logo's a no-no, leave you rojo
Hey that's red in Spanish, real never vanish
We rise up and then we ride up on haters, to panic
Put ya on, you better go get it plant it
Rip off your chest piece, to make niggaz remember
Ay log on the net, in "the villain" and search
And realize why gimmick rappers is hurt, cause the hurts
And you jerks (you jerks), is a package of
Put your little advance, in your purse ha-ha
nigga say he don't like me, he acting like he a wifey
Ain't held a pistol, acting he the type that'll snipe me
You don't like me invite me, you don't me come fight me
And if you can't afford the flight, and you don't me then write me
I concerned, with any of your concerns
I'm trying to stack, plack on top of like gum germs
I got enough twisters, to make the tongue turn
Make the sun burn, I'm so hot I could give it sun
So call up, Kay and ask him who is
The trillest to it, then call up DJ Whoo-Kid
DJ Drama, Vlad Green, Lantern and
Tell 'em it's time to switch they up, with the new kid
What's his name, Chamillitary

(*talking*)
Yeah, the rap nigga and if you beg to differ
Step to the mic, and spit some'ing nigga
Ha-ha, Chamillitary